Josephine takes a Creative Writing class which will change her life forever.

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As Josephine walked into her Creative Writing class she was a bundle of nervous and sexual energy. An ongoing flirtation with her professor was hopefully going to culminate into something oh
so very special tonight.For her, the attraction had been immediate and powerful. He was in his 40’s, but there was something inherently sexy about him. Tall, with dark hair
and spectacles; he looked and sounded very much like the expert in the field of writing that he was.

She thought back to the very first day that he’d asked her to read part of her short story to the class. She’d been nervous, but after she’d walked to the front of the class his hand had
squeezed her shoulder and then slid down her back as he whispered, “You’ll do great; your story is amazing.”

It had given her the confidence to read several paragraphs and she enjoyed the positive reinforcement from the class, but it was how Dr. Davis looked at her that caused her even more joy. She
could feel his eyes on her as she read, but then afterwards when everyone was working on their stories, she’d caught him staring at her and the look in his eyes was intense and erotic. She’d
become very conscious of her large C cup breasts which were a stunning contrast to her petite frame.

She couldn’t even wait to get home and after class she rushed to the one private bathroom in this building. Her hand was a blur inside her panties moments later as she imagined herself
moaning Dr. Davis over and over again as he took her forcefully bent over his big desk. Their relationship had mostly meandered since then with her catching him looking at her every now and
again and her fantasizing and masturbating wanting it to grow into something physical.

And then it happened. He assigned them a story and made a passionate plea for them to really push themselves on this story. He mentioned that the really good writers laid bare their
soul for all to see and that he knew that many of them had that kind of ability and they needed to do their best work on this story. His eyes kept moving back to her and it was all she could
do to keep from rubbing her pussy right there in the front of the class room.

Two weeks later he had told her that he wanted to see what she had so far on her story. She was completely excited and nervous because her story was about a work crush; a female subordinate
that wanted her older male boss to teach her everything. It was a thinly disguised version of how she felt about him and she wondered if he would grasp the connection. She put on one of
her nicer outfits; a skirt and blouse that was more form fitting than most of her standard attire and waited nervously outside his office door after she’d knocked.

She was waiting for him to call out for her to come in so she was startled beyond belief when he swung the door open and warmly greeted her. Just the sight of him had a profound impact on
her; his khakis slightly rumpled as always, his checked shirt slightly untucked on one side and then his tie loose around his neck made her want to tear his clothes off. She wasn’t very
experienced yet with men and she desperately wanted this older man to teach her things, to do things with her that would make her fantasies pale in comparison to reality.

He pointed at his couch and she settled in as he pulled a chair close to her. As instructed, she’d emailed the three pages of the story that she had completed an hour before their scheduled
time. She saw with apprehension that there were red notes all over the hard copy in his hands, but he was smiling in such a way that it warmed every nerve ending in her body.

“This is fucking incredible, Josephine” he suddenly exclaimed and he was so absolutely thrilled with her that she giggled in response.

His eyes than captured hers as he added, “Sorry, I shouldn’t swear, but seriously this is some brilliant writing.”

He leaned closer and she inhaled his light cologne and her head started spinning as he asked with a sexy smile, “Complete work of fiction or is this based on a real experience?”

She shrank back into the couch and looked at him as he looked like the cat that was about to eat the canary and damn if she didn’t just want to grab him by his thick hair and pull him right into
her needy pussy. She finally stammered, “Fiction….unfortunately fiction.”

Her story was written from the woman’s perspective; hell, her perspective of course. So when he said that he had a few suggestions she was eager to hear them. “First, tell me, tell the
readers what she wants; describe it so that they can want it also.”

He let his words sink in and she wondered how detailed he really wanted her to be, but then her thoughts were interrupted when he continued, “Second, if this woman wants this man as much as you
say, she should pull out all the stops.”

Her eyes betrayed her confusion and he squeezed her leg just about her knee as he slowly looked up and down her body. His eyes lingered on her tits for so long she really couldn’t breathe and
she wondered if her blouse was sheer enough that he could see that she was wearing one of her nicest bras. He finally smiled and said, “Men are visual; give him something to look at.
Have your leading lady seduce him visually; have her wear something a little more feminine than she normally would; have her flash some thigh, maybe a little bit of her lovely tits. Catch his
eye and then let the tornado of passion erupt.”

She sat there and felt her leg muscles starting to ache because she was squeezing her thighs so tightly together to try and stem the throbbing that she felt. Christ almighty this man had no
idea how hot he was and how badly she wanted him. “You want an example of what I’m talking about?” he said softly.

She wanted to scream, “Sure, why not; while you’re at it, why don’t you get your cock out and fuck my brains out!” but she simply nodded as she reminded herself to breathe.

He looked at her story and picked out the very last paragraph where they were working late together in his office. She had stopped there because she was scared to write anything more.
She moved to the edge of the couch not realizing that her skirt had ridden up to well past mid-thigh until she felt his eyes on her legs.

He closed his eyes for a moment and she literally felt her legs cool without his warm gaze on them and then he started talking; as if he was writing out loud. “She was nervous as hell and
hoped he enjoyed her new outfit. A pleated black skirt and semi-sheer blouse in his favorite color of baby blue, but what she really wanted him to enjoy was her new lingerie set. She
usually wore functional bras to support her sumptuous breasts, but the one today was less structured and a similar baby blue color to her blouse. It was trimmed in sexy black lace which she
knew that in the right light would be visible through her blouse…..if he was looking of course.”

He paused and his eyes took her in and glanced down at her thighs again and she swore his voice was inside her head and she quickly complied with his unspoken command, ’Spread your knees a little
bit, Ms. Watson.’

She did so; just a few inches, but it was incredibly exhilarating when he leaned forward in his chair and glanced up the small gap she’d just created. Her heart was hammering in her chest and
she wanted him to see her red thong, but her legs felt frozen in place. She was disappointed in herself and softly said, “I’m not sure I completely understand, so would you please give me a
little more?”

His eyes strayed from her legs for a moment and his smile was one of both mirth and seduction as he purred, “Now, Josephine; I better not see this exact scenario in your story.”

She shrugged her shoulders as if he’d just uncovered her evil plot to cheat and as she did so she turned on the couch towards him; swinging her legs his way and letting her knees open just a little
bit more. She hoped she’d see an obvious reaction if he caught sight of her thong.

Her heart skipped a beat when he leaned forward again letting his eyes look up her skirt and she felt her pussy clench as his eyes went wide; presumably when he saw her red thong beckoning
him.

He softly said, “Now, where was I?” and then she felt a tingle that started at her core and branched upwards as his fingers squeezed her thigh just below the hem of her skirt as he whispered, “You
really have lovely legs; has anyone ever told you that?”

She shook her head as his eyes were on hers, but then he pulled his hand away. She closed her eyes and imagined his hand was still there; moving slowly higher and she spread her legs a little
more to give his imaginary hand more room to roam. She knew he was still looking up her skirt and most likely seeing how wet he was making them when his sexy voice came back, “So, maybe you
have her drop her pencil on the floor and as she leans over to get it, she allows her skirt to billow up and he’s given a view of her luscious ass and the baby blue thong barely covering her most
intimate spot.”

She imagined that his thumb was still rubbing her inner thigh and it was sending pulses to her pussy until his voice took on a harsher tone as he added, “Hell, put her in stockings because most
men, myself included, go insane over those. I won’t make you read this story to the class so be less subtle with your wording and say that he was given an incredible view of her baby blue
thong which was noticeably wet and pulled wonderfully tight over her pussy so that very little was left to his very active imagination. It was such a sexy sight that he had to adjust his
hardening cock in his pants.”

Just his voice and her imagination of his light teasing touch had her on the verge of an orgasm but to her dismay he said, “I think you get the picture”. She groaned out loud and sat upright
on the couch just as he was standing up. She saw the bulge in his slacks and she would have given anything to touch him, to taste him, to have him inside her.

He quickly added, “I hope you’re glad you came.”

Just his phrasing and his devilish smile told her that he knew just how aroused she was and she was crestfallen that he didn’t take her right then and there. She stood and he had to steady
her on her wobbly legs and with a light pat on her lower back; just above her ass, he told her to run along because he expected amazing things from her and so she better get to work.

In a soft voice she asked if there was a restroom nearby on this floor and he pointed to the corner of his office and without looking up from his monitor said, “Go ahead and use mine.”

She had asked about the restroom because she ached to cum and now that he’d offered his personal bathroom, the thought of masturbating in his restroom consumed her and she walked towards it
quickly. Once inside she found his cardigan sweater hanging on the back of the door and as she buried her face in the soft fabric and inhaled his manly scent, she ground her palm against her
clit and tried to stifle her moans as she came with such intensity that she slammed one heeled foot down on the tile as the pleasure coursed through her. The idea that the scent of her eager
pussy would still be lingering in the air the next time he used the bathroom drove her to another smaller orgasm that left her wishing he’d been with her.

After the thrill of her orgasms, she was suddenly very shy and the idea of walking out and seeing him again mortified her. She flushed the toilet to keep up the charade and washed her hands
as she tried to slow her breathing and hopefully get some of the red blush out of her face. As she walked out, she tried to casually say, “Thanks”, but he looked up at her with that devilish
grin and said, “Any time; everything okay?”

She blushed even more and simply nodded her head as she bolted out his door. She wasn’t sure, but she thought he was chuckling lightly. The idea that he knew what had just happened made
her arousal spike again and she wondered if this man was going to affect her like this forever; she surely hoped so.

The next three weeks of classes were uneventful and she worked and worked on her story to make it perfect. She found herself succumbing to the pleasures of her own touch more and more as it
was so arousing to imagine her and the Professor together. As she looked at her story one last time, she smiled as she thought of the outfit that she’d purchased to wear to class
tomorrow. The professor had asked for all stories to be submitted this evening so he could give them one last review to provide comments and then they would be due the following week.
For whatever reason as she proofed it one last time, she started inserting typos and grammatical mistakes. The only thing that kept running through her mind was that Dr. Davis was going to be
so upset with her that he was going to punish her. Her mind was filled with images of him spanking her and the idea of that made her weak in the knees.

By the time she emailed the story she was a quivering mess from another huge orgasm and she knew that he was going to wonder what had happened to her. She hadn’t inserted many mistakes but
she rarely made mistakes of this type and he was going to assume she didn’t take the time to amaze him like he had told her that he expected. She fell fast asleep dreaming of her professor
and woke the next morning feeling refreshed and thoroughly alive.

Her heart was racing just getting dressed and even though she didn’t use his story suggestions in her story, she did remember the outfit he’d described and hers was an almost exact match.
She’d found the baby blue lingerie set, a dark blue pleated skirt and a baby blue blouse. She finished the outfit with black high heels and nude thigh highs and by the time she was dressed
she was a quivering mess.The stockings were such a match to her normal skin tone that she hoped he wouldn’t realize she was wearing them until she flashed the lacy tops gripping her
thighs so sexily. She even considered leaving the thong in her purse, but she was so wet already she was worried it would leak down her legs.

Walking into the class room she gave him her sexiest smile and felt like she’d been slapped in the face when he looked at her and gave her a very stern look. She settled in to her chair and
felt terrible and regretted inserting the mistakes as he was clearly very upset with her. Her thrilling idea of being spanked by him was instantly gone and now she just felt like she’d
terribly disappointed him.

The class flew by and a few minutes before the end of the class she watched him handing out the drafts and stopping to make some verbal suggestions to a few students. He stated that he
expected everyone’s best work by next week’s class and he hoped no one would disappoint him again. She raised her hand and timidly asked, “Dr. Davis – you, you haven’t given me mine
back.”

He glared at her and icily said, “Ms. Watson – we’ll be discussing your draft after class. If you have plans you better change them.”

She burned with embarrassment as the class all made a sound acknowledging that she was in big trouble. She glanced up at him intending for her eyes to apologize for her mistake, but now she
saw something else in his eyes. It wasn’t so much anger as lust and her body started to respond to the possibility. With everything gone, she had too much nervous energy to sit still
and she shifted in her chair as everyone else walked out. A few friends told her to meet them at the bar later if she needed a drink. It was then that she saw Dr. Davis’ eyes glued to
her legs and all of her shifting about had caused her skirt to get caught on her desk on the side facing him and his eyes were riveted to the sight of her thigh high.

She could barely breathe as she knew right then that he wanted to fuck her; whether he’d go through with it as the risk was very high for him she didn’t know, but she hoped he would. She slid
to stand up and felt her wet thong sticking to her chair and all she could think about was her release.

A few people were still walking out when she approached his desk and her hair on her neck stood on end when he growled, “You made those mistakes on purpose and you will be punished, Ms.
Watson!”

Just the way he said it was so incredibly sexy and she nodded as she bit down on her lower lip as her anticipation grew exponentially. “Don’t move” he growled as he locked the door and then
walked over to the far side of his desk and ducked out of sight for a moment. When he popped back up he had something in his hand and she whispered, “I’m sorry, Dr. Davis.”

Something about using formal names made it even naughtier and when he looked over at her and purred, “No, you’re not, Ms. Watson. You want to be punished, don’t you?”

She couldn’t bring herself to say yes, but she didn’t need to; he knew.

She’d been lost in thought and suddenly he was spreading her legs roughly; almost making her fall off her heels. She gasped in surprise and then shrieked softly as she felt him putting the
equivalent of leg irons around her ankles. She looked down and saw they were attached to his desk legs and she was locked in place with her feet way more than shoulder width apart. Then
she saw what he’d gotten from the far side of the desk! They were handcuffs with bungie cords that must have been attached to the bottom of the desk.

The handcuffs were around her wrists a second later and she found herself bent over the top of her desk and locked in position. She could feel pearls of honey oozing down her inner thighs and
her arousal spiked as she watched him setting up a GoPro camcorder on the opposite side. Knowing he was going to tape this nearly made her cum and she gasped, “Holy fuck” when he reached in
his bottom desk drawer and pulled out a paddle. It looked like the type that the fraternities on campus gave to their members. It was huge and the fact that it was intended for her ass
nearly made her faint.

“I’ve been waiting for an opportunity for this since the first day of class, Ms. Watson. Tonight we both get what we want” he growled.

“Please” she whispered and he simply smiled because he knew she was saying please hurry up and not please stop.

He hiked up her skirt until it was draped over her lower back and then knelt down and adoringly kissed and touched every inch of her smooth ass purring compliments as his mouth and teeth teased
her. When his tongue ran down the length of her thong, she greedily pushed back into his face and moaned with delirious joy. His nose pushed hard against her clit and she moaned loudly,
“Oh Dr. Watson!”

She felt him stand up and heard his belt being undone and she was thrilled when he whispered, “Hearing you say that thrills me beyond belief.”

He leaned down and kissed her hard and she could taste her pussy on his mouth. A second later she shivered as he lifted her blouse up and off and then undid the front catch of her bra,
“Almost forgot” he purred as he pointed to the camcorder. The thought of her full tits swaying with each of his thrusts made her smile in spite of her normally shy demeanor.

He grabbed his paddle and slammed it on the desk top next to her and the sound was so alarming she felt her pussy clench in response. He moved behind her and she heard him removing his
slacks. She was surprised, but pleasantly so, when she felt him sliding his hard cock up and down the crack of her ass before bending down and sliding his cock head against the crotch of her
thong until it was between her legs and achingly close to her throbbing clit.

“Mmmmmm, that felt good” he purred in her ear and then he reached around her and used his palm to rub his cock against her clit and she was immediately in heaven. It was sexy, sensuous and
erotic all rolled into one and if he’d done it for just another half minute, she would have cum with a rush. However, he pulled back and then rubbed his paddle against her ass as he purred,
“Flat or rough side?”

She wasn’t sure what he meant, but then he flipped it over and the other side was jagged and rough as he slide it across her ass. She remember now that one side was carved with what she
assumed was his fraternity letters while the other was flat.

Before she could answer, the paddle was moving and the flat side slammed into her ass sending her farther over the desk. The pain was intense, but almost immediately she felt pleasure as
well. Her pussy and clit were throbbing wildly and she looked back at him as he flipped the paddle over and hit her with the rough side. “Rough” she growled as her eyes locked on his
cock which was bobbing with each of his movements.

He smiled knowingly and two more spanks rained down on her ass before he flipped it back over to the smooth side and holding the paddle more vertically he spanked her again and this time the end of
it hit her square on her pussy.“Oh fuck” she squealed as she wasn’t certain if it was pleasure or pain, but all she did know was that she was cuming.

“Ohhhhhh, Josephine; you’re perfect” he purred as he dropped the paddle, pulled her thong to the side and slammed his cock into her tight pussy. For the next few minutes he owned her.
His thrusts were at a rapid and powerful pace and he leaned over her to maul her tits with one hand. At the same time his mouth moved to her neck and sensitive collar bone as his other hand
rubbed her clit through her silky panties.

Her orgasms seemed to be never ending and when she felt his cock exploding and spurting his jizz deep inside her she knew happiness and joy like at no other time of her life. When she finally
became aware of her surroundings again, she found that he’d released her from her bindings and was massaging her legs and lower back; pulling the ache from being held in that position out of her
tired, but sated body.

“Please tell me you want me more than just tonight” she whispered softly.

He smiled and then she smiled as he said, “We’re just getting started, Ms. Watson.”

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And neither do I want them to stop.... Nor us to stop..... I'm like... I'm like.... How to describe what a mess I am down there.... You were right.... In the morning I'll be reading your story and squirming in my bed..... If that's how you like it I'm all ready for it..... Not just one night... Every night.... And I'll never be tired of it.... I knew you would write something exploding and mind blowing.... But now you see the problem is I have to get out of bed and that's become rather uncomfortable for me.... My mistake.... I should've known that it's your story and I should've been prepared..... I loved it dear....

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Thu, February 18th, 2016 4:47am

I'm so happy you enjoyed the story and feel just awful if I've caused you any problems. Hehehe. I think we all know I don't mean that. Messages like this one keep me writing so thank you!

My god you're the sexy King of build up!! I was hooked during the initial start up then you brought out the paddle. Jesus!! Amazing!! Expertly written as always and the connection between the characters was very intense which just added to it.

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Thu, February 18th, 2016 7:52am

Awwwww thanks. I didn't realize a paddle would have such an effect. Color me naive!! I appreciate the comment as always oh queen of booksiesilk.

I wouldn't call what I was doing squirming. It was more like wiggling. Intense, romantic, I love the dominance. I wish I were back in the university and I found a hot, dominant professor. I won't let him use a paddle on me but all other things are a go. I do envy the build up in your stories.

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Thu, February 18th, 2016 11:43am

Thank you kindly. It's definitely been a great day for me with so many nice comments.

Zebo, this is absolutely amazing, as is your standard. As I've told you, it has a special meaning to me based on experience. Your build up and descriptions are absolutely unreal. I'm right there with Laura on the paddle! It must have been tempting to cut this short and eliminate that bathroom scene, but honestly that's my favorite thing about it. The torture of that scene and how it extends the plot...how it pushes your main character to do what she does and how she ultimately submits. Incredibly HOT!! You've left room for a sequel for sure.

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Sun, February 21st, 2016 1:23pm

Thanks so much for the wonderful comment. I'll have to give that sequel some thought. ????

Congrats Zebo on a great piece of erotica. The writing was clean and clear and sexy as hell. I loved the perspective from her thoughts. The reaction to what was happening was perfect. I'm very impressed, nice work.

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Sun, February 21st, 2016 3:44pm

Comments from outstanding writers like you are always a huge compliment, so thank you very much! I definitely appreciate it.

How did this happen?!?! How did I miss my absolutely favorite writer's story? This was amazing Zebo! I am not sure which part I like the most..was it when she slipped into his private bathroom because her body had responded to his seductive voice and she needed a release or when he bound her ankles to his desk as he had her bent over his desk or it might have been when he paddled her ass, that just excited the hell of me....who I am kidding Zebo, I didn't just like it...I LOVED IT! You wrote one hell of an erotic, sexy and soooo arousing story love! Amazing as always!

Xoxo
Be

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Mon, February 22nd, 2016 9:04am

Favorite author?!! Color me honored. There are so many great authors on here that statement means a lot.

Delicious from beginning to end. Simple character development draws the reader right in and then you create a story that doesn't let you go. Again a different twist on a typical teacher/student storyline. What a surprise that it went to bondage and paddling. Tie me up and punish me anytime. Loved it.

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Thu, September 1st, 2016 12:01pm

Hi Aly--always great to get a comment from you. Please tell us that you'll be writing something soon!